feeling like hell since last night. got to watch my fish suffocate to death around 2-4 am...maimed. went to work, found a note to employees that someone is stealing drinks and drinking them in cooler, and i seem to be on the watch list...also joyous. Not many people know how hard it is working at a gas station...you may think all we do is sit around behind the counter, but all we do is run. Run to clean this or that between customers, if there are two of us, we have to sweep lots and stock and fill cooler. All while taking shit from people who think they are better than you cause you're just a gas station clerk.  I just love being yelled at by people that can't read a pre-pay sign or don't give a rat's ass and think they are entitled to just pump away, and no offense i don't trust most of the human population to pump on my go ahead...we get in trouble for those drive offs dammit. For some odd reason my back won't quit hurting to the point of sobbing...still trying to figure that one out, and honestly as much as i usually enjoy being here alone...eff it all...i just wanna move back home.

kay let's add in that what seems like a nasty comment on dA...

I have hopes for tommorow, but let's see what morning brings eh?